Deenyweeny.

I've been going through old pictures again, which is nearly my favorite thing to do, and I can't believe my teeny Danny boy. Oh, my heart! He was nine months old in these pictures and I could've eaten him right up. I could eat him now, but he's very two and drives me crazy (and I mean CRAZY!). Mr. Keller wonders why my hair is falling out, and then I leave him to babysit for three hours and he remembers very promptly. This child is nonstop. He's entertaining, hilarious, and out of control. But we love him! Yes, we do. Even when he goes behind me and messes everything up moments after I've cleaned, throws his dinner everywhere every day, wakes up and sneaks into the pantry and eats candy after candy until we realize he's quietly missing, and thinks he's old enough to give up his nap (though, I'm determined to let him know this is sooooo not happening yet). This child. Oh, this child.   

(Ohmygoodness!)